That game had been rough. Dion had the bruises to prove it (and had put a couple on the opposition in turn). He supposed he should mostly be glad that the bludgers had been hitting him, and not Nabi, but fat lot of good that did when the madwoman Beauxbatons captain had caught the snitch anyway...
"Right," Dion started, looking over at Noah once they were back on the ground. It sucked to lose, but maybe it worked in their favour. After all, it meant the French girls would be in a better mood and maybe more receptive to some flirting. Not that Dion was exactly a ladykiller but he...
Dion idly twirled his wand between his fingers as he sat in the dorms. Another year at Ilvermony, then, which he wasn't too bothered about. It had been quite the adjustment going from Hogwarts to Ilvermony, but he thought he was doing pretty alright. While he hadn't excelled at his exams, he had...
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